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petri808 · 7 months

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Day 10 @flufftober - “love of my life” Tianshan drabble. MO’s POV

It took distance to make me finally admit just how much Tian meant to me. To think, a relationship that began with a fight and ending up as lovers was not something I could have imagined. Not ever, and certainly not with another man when I’d been simply scrapping by as a loser under the thumb of a heartless gang leader like She Li. Back then I didn’t have much of an opinion about myself other than ending up working some low wage job behind a stove somewhere and living with my mother. No one else but her cared, well, except maybe Buzzcut. It certainly wasn’t enough to make me care about myself. Why should I have? I was no genus at academics, pretty good cook and able to clean, but that just made me a servant, a slave— Big deal.

At first, He Tian wasn’t much different from She Li in that he pushed me around too. Cook for him, clean for him, drug me around on whims, scaring the hell out of me on too many occasions. And yet, it was… different. For starters, Tian paid me which was great for me and my mom since we could use the money. Tian didn’t beat me or use me for illegal stuff like getting into fights with rival gangs. But I have to say the turning point started with standing up for me and refusing to let me take the fall for something I didn’t do. Tian and Jian and Xi, the trio fighting with the school administration and using their connections, took me completely by surprise when I didn’t think I deserved their help. Buying me things and showing me another side of the world I never experienced before slowly pulled me in. Showing me what friendship really meant, well, isn’t that what we all want?

But… it’s when I saw the pain in Tian’s eyes when he found me broken and battered, and the anger he unleashed on She Li for breaking my body and spirit, then the ferocity he showed when they hurt Jian, just wow… how could it not have sucked me in? This man cared so damn much, taught me so much, it felt amazing when I scored that 80 on the test and the glimmer in his eyes of how proud he was for me. Damn, I knew then I was falling in love.

Then his brother had to take him away from us— from me, and send him to another school where I couldn’t follow. The bastard, I was so angry at first at Chen. Couldn’t the bastard see how much we meant to each other? Tch. Yeah, okay we kept in touch by phone and Tian would come home to visit during breaks, but for the majority of three years I had to endure without him. Just Jian and Xi as company, it wasn’t the same damn it! I really started to miss the times he would sneak into bed with me or watched me when he thought I was asleep. The kisses he’d sneak in or touching me and grabbing onto me when it was dark… I really, really missed it, him, and counted the days till I’d see him again. But most of all, I just missed the company and his support. Of him pushing me to do better in school and simply be a better man. So, I did what he hoped during our time apart and did my best in school, biding my time till the day we could reunite.

What will he think?

Jian Yi answered the knock on the bedroom door. It was Qi letting us know it was time to head down to the backyard.

“Ya ready?” Jian asked me and I nod yes… nervous, but ready for what was next. So he grins and straightens my tie before patting me on the shoulder. “Let’s go, your man awaits,” he teases.

Tch, I sneer but with a blushing grin. My man? Yeah, that man alright. I follow along as I’m lead then told to wait just inside the door to the backyard. We can hear the music starting to play. Oof, the nerves are kicking in. Excited nervous energy that’s making me grin from ear to ear— Dun, dun da dun, dun da da dun… Jian claps me on the back seconds before they door opens to the crowd of onlookers staring back at us from He Cheng’s backyard adorned with the makings of a garden wedding venue. A swallow hard to drench my parched throat as I see the love of my life standing at the end of the flower-laced aisle waiting for me with the biggest smile I think I’ve ever seen.

I take a deep breath and walk forward with a smile. Thank you, He Tian for choosing me…

#flufftober 2023 #tianshan #mo guan shan #he tian #19 days #old xian #tianshan drabble #tianshan fan fic #unedited

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pan-fangirl-345 · 3 years

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Meeting the Team

Summary: You’re out with your boyfriend, Tsukishima, when you run into his team unexpected. You were not prepared for this.

It was supposed to be a calm walk through the park. You really weren't expecting to be introduced to your boyfriend's entire team at once.

You and Tsukishima had been walking through the park after spending the day window shopping. You had finally managed to convince him to go shopping with you. Even though it was something that neither of you particularly enjoyed, you need some new school supplies and maybe a few new sweatshirts and Tsukishima liked to point out the weird things that people bought so you could ponder what they were using it for.

It was a nice day, the skies were clear, there was a nice breeze, and it was cool enough that you weren't overly hot.

Kei had told you about his team before, obviously, and you and Tadashi had known each other since middle school.

"Hey, (Y/F/N), heads up," Kei murmured, nudging your side as a group of boys headed towards you.

"Isn't that your team?" you asked, letting Kei, nudge you behind him slightly. Kei's hand slid into yours, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze. You wrapped your arms around the arm Kei was using to halfway shield you from the rest of the boys.

"Yes, unfortunately," Kei muttered.

"Oh my god! Is Saltishima with a girl?!"

The small red-head that had spoken was clearly Hinata, and he was just the way Kei had described him.

"What else would she be, dumbass?"

That was Kageyama then, if the stoic face and the dark hair were anything to go by.

"It's good to see you again (Y/F/N)," Tadashi said, giving you a small smile.

"Who's your friend Tsukishima?" the silver-haired male asked, giving you a warm smile. That must've been Suga.

"This is (Y/N), she's my girlfriend," Kei admitted, glancing back at you warily.

"I-I can go," you whispered to him, starting to back away from them all. It wasn't that you or Kei were ashamed of your relationship, if either of you were it wouldn't have gotten this far, but neither of you were ready to tell his entire team at once.

One of the first things that you had told Kei was that you and crowds didn't tend to mix. You sometimes got overwhelmed when you had to remember so many names and faces. And Kei had told you enough that it was better if you met the team in groups or one-on-one.

"How did Tsukishima get such a pretty girlfriend?" You looked to see a short boy with spiky hair and a blond tuft. That would be Nishinoya then.

"Guys, let's give them some space, she looks like she might puke." That was an older boy, with short brown hair. That was probably Daichi.

"Damn, she's almost as pretty as a Kiyoko and Yachi. You never told us that you were a player Tsukishima." Loud, buzzcut, looked like someone you would avoid in an alleyway. Tanaka then.

The three standing back and watching looked like Narita, Ennoshita, and Kinoshita.

"It's nice to meet you."

Tall, long hair, looked like a tough guy. Asahi then.

"It's nice to meet you too Asahi," you murmured, giving him a shy smile.

"Y-You know how I am?"

"Kei's told me about all of you," you admitted. "I think I can name all of you. Maybe."

Kei glanced back at you, running his thumb over your hand softly.

"Aw, so Saltishima does care about us!" Hinata chirped, practically vibrating.

"Hinata's as enthusiastic as you said he was Kei," you murmured, stepping out a little bit.

"You got my name right!" Hinata said, giving you a bright smile, one you returned slowly.

"It's nice to meet you (Y/L/N), I'm assuming you're the reason Tsukishima is always smiling at his phone during practice lately," Suga said, smirking at Kei, who glared at him.

"You told me you weren't doing anything!" you hissed, pinching Kei in the side lightly.

"I said that what I was doing wasn't as important as talking to you," Kei replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"I-I'm really n-not that important! You should be paying attention to practice," you told him, glaring at him weakly.

"Good to know you'll call this stick out on his shit," Nishinoya mumbled.

"Noya, language," Suga hissed.

"It's alright Suga, that doesn't bother me."

"You should hear her when we study together," Kei muttered, pushing his glasses up his nose again.

"You aren't any better baby," you informed him.

"You really aren't Tsukki," Yamaguchi pointed out.

"Baby? Never knew Tsukishima would be into pet names," Kageyama said.

"You're never gonna here the end of this, are you?" you asked Kei, who shook his head.

"This is one of the reason I was hoping to delay telling them," Kei confessed.

"Hey, (Y/L/N), do you want to play with us?" Hinata asked, throwing a ball into the air.

"I . . . um, I don't really play. I come to your games and everything, but I'm more of a softball person."

"You likes hitting things with a metal bat, you mean," Kei said. "Since you can't legally do it to the idiots in our class."

"Maybe, but I also like the feeling of a ball hitting my glove, the sound it makes, the way it feels when you catch a pop fly no one thought you could catch and the ump yells 'you're out'!"

"What position do you play?"

"Outfielder, I have an arm apparently."

"She's one of their strongest batters," Kei boasted.

"What's the point in you boasting about my abilities, Kei?" you asked.

"Because you won't do it yourself."

"I do too!"

"No, love, you don't."

You pouted, but it was true. You never really saw a reason to boast about how hard you could throw a ball, or how far you could hit one.

Your phone ringing saved you from any comments.

"Mom?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm out with Kei, I told you that I was going out with him today. What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing, I guess I just forgot where you were."

"Do you need anything while I'm out?"

"No, just be home before dinner."

"I always am," you reminded her.

She hung up, making you tear a hand through your hair.

"I need to leave a note or something next time," you muttered.

"Your mom?" Kei asked.

You nodded, intertwining your fingers together.

"Need me to take you home?"

"No, I just have to be back by dinner, so I'm good until about five-thirty."

"Wait, were you on a date?" Daichi asked, raising an eyebrow.

You glanced at Kei.

You were definitely dating, but you had never really labeled the outings that took place. They didn't feel like dates.

"Yeah. I told you guys I was going out with my girlfriend," Kei muttered, pushing his glasses up his face.

"We thought you were joking man!" Tanaka bellowed.

"Yeah, we just thought you were trying to get out of team hangouts."

"You should've gone, we could've done this another day," you told Kei.

"I wanted to spend some time with my girlfriend, is that too much to ask?" Kei asked, tightening his grip a little bit.

He was clearly getting exasperated with everyone, and the lines on his face said that he was getting irritated too.

"No, but don't you guys have your tournament coming up?" you asked. "You should be practicing. I can wait."

Kei frowned, and then you realized your choice of words.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," you muttered.

"Love," he whispered, a low warning.

"Look, all I'm saying is that you should be practicing. We can go on all the dates you want when your tournament is over."

"If you don't go out with her Tsukishima, I might," Noya teased.

You couldn't help the heat that flushed to your cheeks.

You had never thought of yourself as particularly pretty, you were intelligent, sure, but you weren't what most people would describe as crush material. It was one of the reasons it took you and Kei so long to get together, you had thought it was a prank.

Kei sighed, deep and long-suffering and you stifled a giggle.

"I think we better get going guys," you admitted. "I think Kei might pop a blood vessel if we don't."

"Or commit murder," Kei grumbled, but he shot you a grateful look.

"You love them too much for that and you know it."

"End me now."

"Imagine how bad it'll be when I finally meet your brother," you pointed out.

The blood seemed to drain from Kei's face and Yamaguchi snorted into his hand as he tried to suppress his laughter.

"We're breaking up," he deadpanned.

"Not until I meet your brother," you told him, shaking your hands for emphasis.

"Yamaguchi, help me out here." He must've been desperate.

"Video tape it for me so I can see how it goes," Tadashi replied, making you laugh.

"This is why we're friends," you told him, fist bumping him.

"They're plotting against me I swear," Kei muttered, tearing a hand through his hair.

"Okay, let's go then Grumpy Pants," you said. "It was nice to finally meet all of you," you added, heading for the train station so you could head home.

"Did . . . did you like them?" Kei asked.

"Of course I did, honestly, with some one-on-one time with them, I would probably like them a lot more."

"I'm sorry that it happened like that," Kei admitted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"It's alright, I handled it a lot better than I thought I would. I think it's because you told me so much about them. I felt like I knew a lot about them before I even met them."

Kei nodded, kissing the top of your head.

"Why are you so different around me, Kei?" you asked after a while.

"What do you mean?"

"I see how you act around the others. I know that everyone else sees the- what did you call it?- bastard act. I rarely ever see that. I know it's only been a few months and this phase," you pointed out every point of physical contact, "will probably wear off eventually, but . . . you don't act like that around me."

"I act like this around you because you're different," Kei muttered. "You seem to have the ability to read me like a book. It's aggravating, but it also means that I don't have to put up the wall. You see everything, and you seem to like it anyway."

"Does . . . does it bother you? That I know you so well?" you inquired, taking a not-so-subtle step away from him.

"Get back here," Kei muttered, tucking you neatly into his side again. "I said it's aggravating, and I said that because you know how much I don't like talking about things. And you always know when I'm hiding something that's bothering me."

"You don't always have to talk to me. You could talk to Yamaguchi," you suggested.

"I talk to you because I trust you. If I didn't want to talk to you, we wouldn't be dating," he told you. "We wouldn't be dating if it bothered me that you knew me so well."

"I just . . . I've never really been in a serious relationship with someone who actually liked me."

"What do you mean?" He paused, and looked down at you, frowning.

"I've gone on dates and everything before . . . but most of them were dared by friends to ask me out." You shrugged, toying with your hair. "It's just that I want to do things right."

"You are," Kei assured you. "Have . . . have I ever made you feel like you weren't?"

"No, baby, you have never made me feel like that," you promised him, turning so you could cup his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. "I would have told you if you had."

Kei nodded, bumping foreheads with you.

"C'mon, let's get you home before your mother has an aneurism," Kei muttered.

You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand as you walked together.

"I would literally pay to see my mother pop a blood vessel," you told him, smiling at him as he smirked.

"Your parents don't like me, do they?" he asked after a while. "That's why she keeps pretending she doesn't know where you are."

"They just have a hard time trusting anybody. The last couple of times I tried to bring a boy home they confessed that it was just a dare," you admitted, attempting to hide your face with your hair.

"They don't know what they're missing," Kei snapped, stopping you. "You are amazing, and beautiful, and you're smart, and you know me well enough to know that it's just the bastard act. Anything they told you about how much you are worth is wrong."

"I know that," you answered, the silent 'sort of' not needing to be addressed. "But Kei, you have to remember, it takes a toll on a girl when the only reason she gets asked out is because of a dare. Why do you think it took me so long to get together with you?"

Kei frowned, but you knew he got it. Didn't mean he was happy about it though.

"We got off track," you muttered. "My point, is that they don't trust you yet. I do, and they'll come around eventually, I did, didn't I?"

Kei nodded, giving you a small smile.

"Do you think your team liked me?" you inquired as the train bumped along.

"I wouldn't be surprised if they asked you to start managing," Kei muttered. "Yeah, they liked you. A lot."

"Don't go getting jealous Kei," you teased, wrinkling your nose at him playfully.

"'M not," he grumbled, but the slight flush on his cheeks told you otherwise.

"You know you'll always be my favorite volleyball dork," you said, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

PDA was never something Kei had ever really been against, the most he usually went with was an arm around your shoulders or waist, holding your hand, but other times he would allow things like this.

He always had a protective arm around you when you were on the train since he knew there were all sorts of creepy people, mostly men, that might try something.

"Kei, you know you don't have to introduce me to your brother right? You seem a little on edge about it."

"No, I want you two to meet," he admitted, toying with a small piece of your hair absentmindedly. "It's just going to be chaos when you do. Akiteru can be . . . a lot sometimes."

"And your team isn't?" you asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"You . . . have a fair point," he confessed.

"I tend to," you teased.

"Okay, don't get too cocky, that's my job," Kei replied.

"I thought it was your job to be pessimistic."

"I'm a realist," he retorted.

"Keep telling yourself that babe," you said, patting his shoulder lightly.

Kei snorted, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You loved bickering like this with Kei, it was never hurtful, it was playful teasing, and it made you both smile. You were both very good at it too, which meant sessions could go until someone stopped you.

Many people had asked if you guys were having an argument the first time you did it in school, and you had just giggled and said it was how you communicated.

When you got off at your stop Kei slipped his hand into yours, interlacing your fingers together.

"Text me when you get home alright? There's been some sketchy stuff going on," you tell him as you walked down your road.

"I will," he assured you, kissing your forehead before you slipped inside.

"Bye Kei," you called, waving.

"Bye (Y/F/N), I'll see you tomorrow."

You smiled as he strode down the street toward his own home.

Yeah, he was definitely different from the others.

(A/N I’m such a simp for this boy! Oof.)

#tsukishima fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima #fluff #tsukishima x reader fluff

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blackkatmagic · 4 years

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I've had an image of Rex sprawled out and sleeping on top of Cody for days and thanks brain, what to do with this and where to go from there?? so I present it to you as prompt if it brings inspiration

“Come on,” Cody says, implacable. “You're about to walk into walls, Rex. Enough.”

Rex squints at him, at the hand locked around his elbow, then at the doorframe too close in front of his face. Pauses, then groans, rubbing his hands over his face.

Amused despite himself, Cody snorts, tugging Rex back a step and then slinging an arm over his shoulders. He taps their temples together and says, “My quarters are right over there. Think you can make it?”

“Get karked,” Rex says, indignant. It would be more convincing if he didn’t lose the last half of the invective on a yawn so big it makes his jaw crack, and Cody chuckles, steering Rex that way with a firm grip. Rex stumbles a little, wavering on his feet, but he hooks his fingers into the waistband of Cody's blacks and hangs on, and Cody is too relieved to have him moving to even both to protest, though he pinches a bit Rex's blind buzzcut and tweaks it. Rex hisses at him, but before he can retaliate Cody hip-checks him through the door of his quarters and seals it behind them, determinedly locking all distractions outside.

General Kenobi and General Skywalker are back at the Temple. The commander has a date. Waxer is riding herd on the 212th, and Echo and Fives have the 501st. Cody doesn’t care about propriety, just for this one night; Rex is dead on his feet, just back from a mission that went too long, and Cody's locking the rest of the galaxy outside and getting them both a breather.

“Come on, Rex,” he says quietly, and slides his arm down, around Rex's back instead. Rex leans into him with a sigh, dropping his head against Cody's even as Cody steers them across the room. Cody presses a fond kiss to his temple, then asks, “Wall side or door side?”

“Neither,” Rex says belligerently. “I'm fine.”

Cody rolls his eyes, well used to this. Through some impossible feat of genetics, Rex managed to get all of Jango's stubbornness, condensed into one body, and Cody knows better than to argue with him when he gets this way.

“All right,” he says mildly. “You probably have some paperwork you should wrap up, right?” He lets go, stepping away and stripping off the top of his blacks, then picking up his datapad and collapsing onto the bed. With a sigh, he stretches out on his back, propping the pad up and opening a book he’s been trying to read for weeks now, and pointedly ignores Rex.

There's a moment of deeply offended silence, and then Rex says in disbelief, “Paperwork?”

Cody hums without looking at him. “Well, everyone’s on leave, so there are no missions. The generals are sleeping at the Temple, and that soap you like is between seasons. What else were you planning to do?”

“Go to the gym,” Rex says, ignoring the fact that he’s going to collapse before he makes it back to the door, let alone to the training room. “Don’t be lazy. Come on.”

Cody snorts loudly, making his opinion of that clear, and doesn’t move.

There's a loud groan, aggrieved and a little whiny, and Rex stalks towards the bed. “Cody. Move your shebs.”

“No,” Cody says mildly. “I have a book. I'm reading.”

“You can read later.” Despite his words, Rex gets a knee on the bed, leaning up and over Cody. “Cody.”

Cody ignores him very loudly.

“Oh, kark you,” Rex says, annoyed, and twists. Cody has a fraction of a second to brace for impact before Rex is landing on him, sprawling out full-length right on top of Cody and batting his pad away. “Now see how much reading you get done,” he challenges, like this wasn’t Cody's whole plan to begin with.

Still, Cody's clever enough not to radiate smugness too obviously. He just hums, setting his pad aside and cupping a hand around the back of Rex's head as Rex buries his face in his chest. “Bastard,” he says, impossibly fond, and Rex grunts.

“Don’t call yourself names,” he mutters. “Even if they're right.”

Rolling his eyes, Cody flicks him in the forehead, but doesn’t get a response. Just a heavy breath, an easing of tension. Rex is already out, so tired he couldn’t even finish the familiar bickering, and Cody chuckles, kissing his forehead and wrapping an arm around his back. Rex is a heavy bastard, but—

Well. It’s not a weight Cody minds carrying. Just for a little while.

[On AO3]

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dadsbongos · 3 years

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Insert Coin - 3.e / Series Masterlist

“I’m glad to see you’re doing better than yesterday,” (Y/n) murmured, “I was really worried about you, you know?”

“You should be, I’m obviously the only person here that actually matters.”

“Don’t say that,” she leaned over, testing his temperature with a slight frown, “You’re a valued member of the group, Nagito.”

Nagito looked up at his forehead where (Y/n) was touching, a brighter blush on his face as he did so - making no move to remove her from his space, “Get your hands off me. I hate you. You’re vile.”

“Well,” (Y/n) giggled, admittedly flustered, pulling back, “I can’t touch your forehead all day, so how about,” she locked their hands together tenderly, even through the tenseness of Despair Disease - the moment felt somewhat serene with Nagito. Moments with Nagito usually felt that way - calm, safe, peaceful.

He was calming as much as he was conflicting. His past violence not forgotten but instead… understood - in a strange way.

He was dying, much faster than the others, before being accepted into Hope’s Peak and finding out he lost years worth of memory must’ve taken a toll on him. Who knows when he could just… drop dead? Besides, his brain was deteriorating and his cancer progressing and he’d already survived much longer than most - who knew what that was doing to his thought processes?

The very thought made (Y/n)’s heart drop. Any dead classmates were terrible, but a dead Nagito felt like… misery in another category. An agony unknown - an ache in the chest and twist of the guts just at the mention of the possibility.

“You’re such a bitch, I really can’t stand you,” Nagito pursed his lips, clearly displeased with the abuse he slung at his caretaker.

(Y/n) chuckled at the poor boy’s predicament, “Thank you. I think you’re very sweet as well and I enjoy your company.”

“I can see why, I’m certainly the best person here,” he looked to his lap, clenching his eyes at a sudden wooziness. He rubbed at his eyes, “I’m very alert and awake right now.”

“I’ll let you rest then,” the mediator stood as her lucky counterpart laid down, “Want Mikan to check on you when you wake up or should I?”

“Mikan.”

“Okay, bub, sleep well.”

“I won’t.”

Exiting to the hall, (Y/n) spotted Fuyuhiko standing out beside Akane’s room silently. His arms crossed tightly to his chest and staring straight ahead at the plexiglass display across the way. Well, not staring more like…

Zoning out.

Looking at the display while his mind looked elsewhere and, to be honest, (Y/n) was pretty sure she knew what it was about. Peko Pekoyama, the Ultimate Swordswoman, and apparently, Fuyuhiko’s closest friend. Possibly more.

“Hey, slackin’ off too, I see?” (Y/n) teased upon her approach.

Fuyuhiko jumped slightly at the unexpected voice before settling down and letting out a, “She wanted to cry alone so I stepped out. Still pretty beat to hell about Nekomaru.”

“I would be too,” (Y/n) empathized, settling herself on the wall as well, “They were super close so it’s not like we can expect her to be okay with all this, especially with this new disease.”

“I get how she feels, at least somewhat,” he muttered, “I wouldn’t want someone fuckin’ staring at me while I cry either. That shit’s weird,” as if suddenly remembering, Fuyuhiko looked up to the mediator, “What about him?”

Him being Nagito Komaeda - the unmentionable man in Fuyuhiko’s book.

“Better than before, thankfully, he gets dizzy fairly often and easily so it’s rare to find him up and standing out of bed. Sleeping a lot and Mikan hasn’t said anything about it so I choose to believe it isn’t a bad thing.”

“You know, I don’t like the guy, but, I wonder what’s got him so fucked up? Ibuki and Akane seem relatively fine other than gullibility and cowardice but it’s like he’s dying or some shit.”

“Don’t say that,” (Y/n) immediately cut in, shaking her head and softening her tone when she realized how sharp she’d spoken just seconds ago, “He’s not dying… he’ll be okay.”

Nodding slowly, Fuyuhiko seemed to sense the emotion in her voice - quickly catching onto the fact that the peacekeeper had grown attached to their resident lucky student. “He’s not dying but he’s sicklier than the others, that’s all I meant.”

“Yeah, I get what you’re saying. But- " she reached out to any hope possibly available to her and took it fully in her grasp, pulling at hay straws that broke in the wind as she clung desperately to any reassurance she could, “Mikan said he’ll be fine so he will be.”

“Right,” Fuyuhiko didn’t agree, that much was obvious, but he also didn’t feel like upsetting the girl more than she already was, “He’ll be fine.”

It was after the sick had fallen asleep for the night that the trio of helpers met under the cover of nightfall in the dusty, musty, dank “breakroom” that clearly hadn’t been tended to in years. At least. Mikan had to perform a final round of check ups on the patients before retiring to bed, and nobody questioned it. She was the nurse, she was the one working the hardest. They didn’t want to pressure the poor girl into exhausting herself by hanging out with them when she really should’ve been in bed.

From caring for Fuyuhiko to the diseased, she must’ve been stressed to hell and letting her get well-deserved rest was the least they could all do.

“How’s Ibuki?”

Hajime quirked a brow at the question as well as the two faces aimed at him, “Why are you asking me?”

Fuyuhiko and (Y/n) looked between each other before the girl spoke up, “Well, I’m caring for Nagito,” she jabbed a thumb in the blond’s direction, “Fuyuhiko has Akane. I guess we kind of assumed you would be with Ibuki.”

“No,” he shook his head, running a hand through his hair, “I was going to but Mikan said it’d be best if she didn’t interact with too many people, since she’ll believe whatever they say. I’ve mostly been following Mikan around honestly, holding things and writing things down for her.”

“Aww,” the girl of the group cooed, “You’re like a little nurse’s assistant, that’s kinda sweet. I never knew you were such a gentleman, Hajime.”

“It’s not much, actually,” Hajime waved off, hoping to end the teasing while it was early, “Mikan is still the one doing most of it.”

“Even so, it’s nice to help.”

Fuyuhiko pursed his lips, running a hand over his buzzcut, feeling the tickle of his short hair against his skin, “I wonder how the others are doing,” before either part could suggest it, he continued, “Not that I’m going down to the lobby, they’re all probably asleep by now anyway.”

“I bet they’re fine,” Hajime nodded, mostly to himself, “Sonia’s there. She’s usually pretty good at keeping everyone in check.”

“Even so, I can’t help but worry,” (Y/n) sided with Fuyuhiko, “When we’re all split up like this… there’s no telling what could happen. I think it’s what Monokuma planned for, when we’re divided we’re weaker - it’s what he wants.”

“We shouldn’t think that way,” Fuyuhiko sighed, pushing himself up from his seat, “I don’t want to think about what could happen,” he gave a small wave over his shoulder as he left the pair, “G’night, bastards.”

“Goodnight,” came the pair’s reply.

After a beat of silence, (Y/n) looked to Hajime, “I should get back to Nagito, he does this weird thing where before I leave, he wakes up to tell me about all the clones in the room.”

“Right, and I’ll…” Hajime paused, feeling a wave of uselessness crash over him, “go to sleep, I guess.”

“Hey, good rest is the first step to progress. Don’t pressure yourself into doing more than you know you can, that’ll only make things worse, you know?”

“I know,” he sighed in defeat.

“Good, then I'll see you tomorrow,” (Y/n) nodded before stalking off to Nagito’s room.

As she opened the door, she spotted Mikan standing over the lethargic boy. Murmurs falling from her lips as she brushed her fingers over Nagito’s pale, flushed cheeks.

“Mikan, are you okay?”

The nurse suddenly stopped, pulling back and turning to the other girl, a sickeningly sweet smile playing at her lips, “I’m fine, (Y/n). Just fine.”

(Y/n) watched the nurse leave, eyes following her figure as she went before going to take her previous spot at Nagito’s bedside. He looked so on-edge even in his dreams, brows furrowed tightly and fingers gripping tight at the bedsheets in a white-knuckle grip. She hated to leave him like this, she really did… but Monokuma’s ridiculous rules prevented her from staying the night.

“Goodnight,” she whispered with a small smile, knowing he wouldn’t hear her.

It was sad, she wished she could do more for Nagito. More for the group.

No, if she started thinking like that then it’d only be a burden to the rest of her class.

Closing Nagito’s door, (Y/n) looked upon the identifying nameplate before hesitantly leaving to her cottage just as Hajime and Fuyuhiko had.

#insert coin #komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #sdr2 x reader #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 reader insert #nagito komaeda x reader

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ghostiewriter · 3 years

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67/76 for hurt! Kiara and protective! JJ

OKAY SO😂I couldn’t decide between ansgty or goofy so I kinda mixed them, more towards the goofy side though since I have a few angsty prompts coming up! But yes, hope you enjoy! This does mention blood and injuries, just an fyi to people!

Word Count: 1.8K

Prompts: “I’m afraid.” // “I think you need stitches.”

This was supposed to be their chill day.

The day that was reserved for just them. No pogues, no adventures, no crazy ass plans. Just JJ and Kie.

Some may even call it their date day—although according to Sarah, hanging out and getting high does not count as a date. The couple were inclined to agree, these days weren’t a new occurrence. It was often how they spent their days together even before they officially became a couple, except now there was the odd make out session sprinkled throughout and far cheesier flirtation banter. But it was still their day and they cherished it.

The plan was simple enough. Kie had packed some food from the restaurant and grabbed a couple of beers, JJ was in charge of getting some decent joints from his cousin and the two of them would take the Pogue out for the day. It was probably the most romantic you’d ever see the couple get.

They had taken the boat down south along the coastline, it wasn’t very explored in terms of how often the pogues ventured down there but JJ was feeling a bit adventurous. Plus Kie had no arguments as she happily sat back and watched JJ steer, one hand resting on the metal framing in such as casual way whilst the other was on the wheel, but the brunette found herself quite happily distracted by the straining back muscles that were in her line of sight—his tank long abandoned somewhere with the sundress she had slipped on over her bikini for the ten minute drive from her house to the Chateau.

Maybe if either of them had taken a few moments to think about the area they had anchored in or even glanced at a map, the whole situation could have been avoided. So in hindsight, maybe it was slightly their fault for being so reckless. However, Kie was more inclined to blaming the bastards that dump whatever trash they wanted into the ocean, not only because of the harm it caused to the wildlife but apparently humans too.

A couple of beers in, JJ was tugging on her hand to drag her up from her seat as he terribly danced along to the music blasting from the speaker they had brought with them. “C’mon, stop being a bore!” He whined childishly as she begrudgingly got up.

“I’m not being a bore,” She laughed, letting herself sway a little to keep him happy as he continued to mouth the words to ‘Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!’ that was currently playing. “I was enjoying the show.”

“Hm, it doesn’t come for free, ya know.” He murmured as he puckered his lips, making little kissy noises until she finally gave in. And Kie had assumed that would be enough for him, that she could happily indulge in some of the crabsticks she brought. But in true unpredictable JJ fashion, he was throwing her over his shoulder without a warning. Kie squealed, her nails digging slightly into his back so she didn’t flip over.

“JJ, what the hell!” She exclaimed, but the giggles escaping her lips told him that she wasn’t really mad.

“Thought you’d appreciate the view.” JJ replied as he lightly spun around, a grin etched on his face when he heard her laugh harder.

“I don’t know,” She said, staring down at his ass. “I’ve seen better.”

“Oh, you’re going to regret that, Carrera.” He warned.

“I’m afraid,” She giggled back. “Not one of JJ Maybank’s notorious empty threats!”

“Have I told you how hot you look today, Kie?” He asked suddenly in an oddly innocent and un-JJ like way.

“Like I need you to tell me, I know I look great.” She sassed back, letting out a small gasp when she felt him slap her ass. She could practically hear the smirk on his face.

“I think you need to cool down a little.” He retorted, already making his way towards the stern of the boat. Her eyes widened slightly as she tried her best to hold onto him.

“JJ, DON’T YOU DA—AHHH!”

By the time she surfaced, she could already hear JJ’s laughs. She ran her hands through her hair, pushing it out of her face as she looked up at the blond with a glare. He was grinning innocently back at her.

“You look cool in there.” He snickered.

“You’re an ass.” She called back, moving her arms in gentle circles to keep herself afloat.

“Ah, but I’m your ass.” He grinned back and she didn’t disagree. Eventually, she had managed to convince him to come in with her—of course the asshole canon-balled in—the water actually feeling great against the midday heat.

They tried not to venture too far from the boat, although that wasn’t a problem when they realised quickly that most of the surrounding area was just marshy and not great for swimming.

“God, this feels horrible.” Kiara muttered as she glanced down, as though she would actually be able to see much. Still, didn’t stop her from trying.

“I kinda like it,” JJ spoke up, seeming to enjoy himself despite Kiara’s constant requests to head back to the Pogue. “Feels like I’m walking on a marshmallow.” He added nonchalantly.

“Congratulations, your eight year old self’s dream came true,” She commented with a small chuckle, almost as if she was imagining young JJ with his horribly done buzzcut. “Now can we please head back? I’m fucking starving.”

“Geez, you get cranky when you’re hungry.” He teased, promptly avoiding the splash that she had directed his way. He only cackled, yelling that the last one to make it to the boat gets a warm beer before he got his head-start back.

Kie only laughed, calling him a cheater as she followed suit. Except getting out of the marsh was a little harder that she assumed, kicking her feet and swearing under her breath whenever she got stuck again.

She felt a nip—or maybe it was more than a nip but the adrenaline of the competition was coursing through her—and when she went to kick her leg free once again, she felt a sharp pain run up her leg. Kiara didn’t even remember screaming until JJ was on his way back, eyes wide in concern.

“Kie, what’s wrong? What happened?” His eyes glazed over her as though he was trying to see the cause of her scream.

“M-My leg.” She whimpered, feeling her eyes well up with tears as she tried to free her leg once again, only to feel another shot of pain.

“Jellyfish?” He asked but she simply shook her head. “Okay, let’s get you back to the boat.” He murmured, heart racing when he saw some red residue on his hand after he helped her tug her leg free.

It was a hassle but JJ didn’t care, his first priority was getting Kie back somewhere safe and right now, that was the boat. He helped her up before he pulled himself onboard, his eyes falling onto her leg.

His eyes widened when he saw the massive cut on her leg, the lower half of her left leg covered in blood. He could feel his throat closing up, mind racing and hands shaking. Everything around him seemed to drown out as he stared at her leg, and it wasn’t until she felt her tugging his hand and calling his name that he seemed to snap out whatever trance he was in.

“Right, sorry!” He quipped before he grabbed a towel and placed it down on the seats before gently lifting her on top of it. He then disappeared to grab the first-aid kit they kept on board, but Kie didn’t miss the way his hands were a little shaky when he placed it down beside her, fingers fiddling as he attempted to open the box.

She won’t lie, the salt water made it sting like a bitch. It hurt and she probably should’ve been more alarmed at the amount of blood dripping down her leg, but she had never seen JJ so shaken up. She didn’t peg him as the squeamish type, so she couldn’t really understand what’s got him so freaked out.

“Jay…” She whispered softly, placing her hands over his. He finally looked up at her, sniffling slightly and it was then she noticed how red his eyes looked—though she wasn’t sure if that was because he was crying (or trying his hardest not to) or if he had just gotten some salt water in his eyes—but either way, she hated the broken look on his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I should’ve listened to you when you said we should head back.” He began to ramble, not seeming to have control over his words. “I shouldn’t have even thrown you in the water in the first place!”

“JJ, it’s okay.” She whispered, turning her body to face him as much as she could without moving her leg. “This isn’t your fault.”

“I’m still sorry—”

“Nope, no more apologising.” She scolded lightly, giving him a small—and hopefully comforting—smile. “C’mon, Doc, fix me up.” She added, nudging his shoulder a little. She relaxed a little when she saw the small smile on his face.

“Dr Maybank to your rescue.” He huffed out as he opened up the first aid kit, grabbing some wipes before he gently began to clean the wound and surrounding area. She watched him carefully, lip tugged between her teeth to contain her winces. She noticed the little crease between his eyebrows as he focused at the task at hand. If she didn’t feel a shooting pain down her leg every time he even touched it, she would’ve basked in the adorable scene of focused JJ.

“I think you need stiches.” JJ spoke up, staring at her wound with a thoughtful face.

She looked down at her leg, trying not to wince. It was a clean cut, probably from some broken glass hidden in the marsh. And it was deep, but Kiara didn’t think it was stitch-level deep.

“You’re being overdramatic, just need to wrap it up and dose myself up on some paracetamol.” Kie said with a roll of her eyes.

“Hey, I watched Grey’s Anatomy with Pope,” JJ said, hands on his hips as he looked between Kie and her leg. “I think that makes me pretty qualified to say that you need stitches.”

“You watched one episode, dumbass.” She scoffed. “Just drive back, I don’t need you performing amateur surgery on my knee.”

Except it had taken at least fifteen minutes before Kie finally convinced JJ that she was comfortable and fine and that he could stop fussing over her. He only narrowed his eyes at her before pressing a kiss to her forehead and handing her a joint, saying it would help with the pain.

“You know, it’s kinda cute.” Kie called out, moving her eyes away from the passing scenery as she looked at JJ from over her shoulder.

“What is?” He asked.

“Your little protective mama bear side.” She said with a snicker. JJ rolled his eyes in response, but there was a smile on his lips.

“Well excuse me for being a caring boyfriend.” He huffed out.

“I said it was cute!”

“Yeah, yeah! Whatever!”

“Uh oh, mama’s mad.”

#jiara #outer banks #obx #jiara prompts #writing prompts #my writing

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years

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Coffee with Cream

Chapter 2: Dream of You

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Pairings: Frank Castle x reader x Mad Sweeney

Word count: 2,693

Warnings: cussing, mentions of alcohol, street fight, men being men.

Summary: Two men, one diner and little old you. Working at a diner had never been your dream job but, fate had a funny way of bringing two contrasted men into your life.

a/n: hey guys! as you all know my obsession over frank castle and pablo schreiber had been exploding these past couple of months. and so, me and @nellblazer decided to write a good old threesome fic involving these two bulky men. hope you like it. enjoy!

You laid in your bed that night with a romance novel that you hadn't had the chance to pick up and finish in awhile due to the weariness of working double shifts. It's the same old pattern for the last few years; you'd get up early for your morning shift at the diner, rushed back home to take a little break, and possibly enjoy your catnaps before your second alarm rings for your night shift.

And then when the night was ending, you'd take another bus to get yourself home, take a shower and eat your takeout or heat up your frozen pizza, and went to bed. For years, life was merely a repetitive cycle of humdrum. You barely had time for yourself due to your relentless endeavour to stay afloat.

Living in Brooklyn when you come from a middle-class family means that you really had to fight tooth and nail to pay the bills and fill your fridge. You were raised to be an independent and hardworking person by your parents and that's why it wasn't much of a challenge for you to work double shifts at a diner when you could've taken one. You taught yourself to push through your boundaries in life, and you were aware that sometimes it's not always convenient but at least you were proud of your own effort.

That also means you didn't have time to swipe right and left on Tinder and find yourself a date. It was nearly impossible to find a decent guy in Brooklyn, let alone trusting a dating app that could possibly be utilized by creeps or murderers to find their next victim. Although your co-workers had suggested it many times to you, you refused to present yourself to the angels of death just simply you were desperate to get laid.

But tonight was different from the others. It was comical, really, how one, well, two, actually people could walk into your life, okay that was dramatic, walk into a diner and elevated the sour mood that you had grown used to in recent years, and made a difference. A good one.

You couldn't remember the last time you had a genuine smile on your face. You also couldn't remember when was the last time you felt butterflies in your stomach. And here you are, lying in bed, replaying the scenes that took place earlier. In the daylight when the bustle was in full swing and in the nighttime when the city was placid.

You barely knew anything about them and you had only met them in less than 24 hours, but, you could still remember the way Frank Castle made you feel when his brown eyes stared intensely into yours as he shook your hand. The quiet yet magnetic force that he exuded only compelled you to learn more about him. In the brief conversation that you had earlier, you knew that he was a wanderer of a man.

He'd been hoping from one place to another, but he was thinking of staying in Brooklyn for a while and you were hoping that nothing changes his mind about that. You were really hoping that you'd see him again real soon.

And then, your thoughts drifted to the second man that you encountered with earlier. His auburn hair burned the lights in the room, causing a small fire that you didn't light up. But his amorous words had left you starstruck in a way that you didn't know was possible. You weren't one to stumble on a brazenly flirtatious man but something about him was too tempting to be overlooked. And the fact that he had this eccentric thing for coins made you wonder... What else has he got up in his sleeve?

Sweeney hadn't been able to get you off his mind all night.

The grumpy server who'd taken over had definitely not been a patch on your sunny optimism or brimming curiosity. He couldn't remember the last time a girl was so interested in his stories. Usually he got brushed off as a leering drunk or just a plain old letch but you'd entertained him, asked questions and given him a form of fresh cream to boot, all for him. A form of worship as it was.

You hadn't realised it of course, nobody ever believes in gods these days unless they're the Big Three or the Norse pantheon. Little old Sweeney with his Celtic cohort was hardly going to register on anyone's radar. I mean, fuck, nobody could even say his actual name right, let alone believe he was a god.

Even so, he felt refreshed, more refreshed than he'd been in years and when he got absolutely blasted on whiskey, the feeling was not the same as it was. The crippling existentialism was gone to be replaced by joyfulness and he sang most of the way home, thoroughly amusing everyone on his way back with his rude songs. He even danced with an old lady like they used to do in the twenties which he thought had made her night as she blushed furiously and began saying it'd been a while since she'd danced with a young man in the street.

Sweeney was having the time of his life, precisely up until he got in the alleyway and his loud singing got him into trouble.

There was a group of thugs hanging around in the middle, trying to sort something out but Sweeney didn't care to venture too close to find out what precisely.

“-Well I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me, who owns that thing in your thing where my own thing should be!” he belts out, stumbling slightly in their direction and he sees the flash of irritation on their faces.

The next thing he knew he was getting dog piled on. Bodies seemed to leap on him from every corner and all he could think about was protecting his coin at all costs so he sent it in the Hoard, the magical hiding place for his treasure and once he'd taken a few harsh licks to the gut, he tried to pull himself together to fight back.

Drunken brawling was his speciality after all.

He wasn't expecting it when a couple of the gang members were yanked off of him. He took the opportunity to jump back to his feet, delivering a haymaker to the nearest lad who's cheek splintered under his weighted punch. The kid dropped to the floor like a stone, howling about his face.

The next man behind him, he twisted and grabbed around the middle, running them backwards to the edge of a dumpster before letting go and watching his head clang noisily off the metal as they fell backwards.

Oh it had been a good long while since he'd had a fight. He missed the adrenalin, he missed the cracking of bones and the taste of blood. It spoke to his soul that was millennia old when the world was war, ale and feasting.

Sweeney finally looked up to see that another man was fighting with him, a shorter man, stockier and well built, a nose that'd been broken at least once and the buzzcut styling of an ex-military man. The newcomer shifted his position and Sweeney saw a painted skull on his chest. His first thought was that Baron Samedi was expanding his worshipper's network but it didn't make sense for the Baron to recruit a soldier when he preferred his company to be a little more love and less war.

Who the fucking hell was this guy?

“You okay?” the man asks gruffly as he sees Sweeney staring at him. “Get out. Run.”

“I ain't fuckin' runnin',” Sweeney wrinkles his face in offence. “Do I look like a pansy to you?”

“You look fuckin' drunk is what ya look,” Skull Man counters, elbowing an attacker in the mouth. “I'll handle it. Run home.”

“Callin' me a coward?” Sweeney squares up. “I don't run, boy-o.”

“Really?” Skull Man raises an eyebrow. “Ain't the time for pride, Big Red. Fight or don't fight then. I don't care. Just stay outta my way with that one.”

He points to the man who Sweeney had knocked out on the dumpster. His eyelids were fluttering as he started to regain consciousness.

“What's it worth to ya?” Sweeney shrugs.

“Are you fuckin' kidding me?!” Skull Man storms over, coming up until he was chest to chest. “I save your ass and this is what I get?”

“Didn't ask to be saved, lad.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you, right back.”

Just at the point where Sweeney is curling his fingers into a fist, ready to give a good old right hook, he's hit hard in the head from behind and goes down onto his forearms, scuffing them with pebbles and dirt. He scrambles unsteadily to his feet, feeling a little trickle of blood oozing down the path of his hair and sees Skull Man beating the living shit out of the dumpster guy before finishing him off with his bare hands.

Sweeney, meanwhile, jumps back into the fist fight, taking down every other gang member who'd dared to get back up. They make a break for it, running desperately down into the other alleyways and out of sight.

“You'd better run!” Sweeney bellows after them. “You'd all be fucked if I still had my spear. I WAS A FUCKING KING ONCE, YOU CUNTS!”

“I've heard some drunk talk in my time but you...” Skull Man shakes his head. “You're crazy, huh?”

“I'm a god, mate,” Sweeney holds out his arms proudly, swaying on the spot.

“Sure ya are.”

“And what the fuck are you, murderer?”

“Nobody you need to know about. You ain't seen me. I don't exist. I'm just taking out the trash of this city.”

“Oh aye? Are ya? And what did he do?”

“Shot up a playground.”

“Oh...” Sweeney tails off, looking at the dead man on the floor. “Well....good then. Good work. Bastard deserved it.”

He holds out his hand and Skull Man shakes it warily. Sweeney got the sense the guy didn't interact with people much because the handshake was stilted, unsure.

“Got a name?” Sweeney asks. “Or are ya hellbent on being mysterious?”

“It's Frank,” the guy replies after a pause. “But I was-

“-Never here, I got that,” Sweeney snorts. “I'm Sweeney.”

“Sweeney the God. A'ight, go on home then. I got clean up to do.”

“Nice fightin', by the way,” Sweeney calls over his shoulder. “See ya around, Frank.”

“I fuckin' hope not,” comes the quiet response.

Sweeney didn't care though. He was too elated to care. Good booze, a good fight and the promise of going back to that sweet little diner where you were.

He'd have to come in earlier just to spend more time around you. He wanted to know everything about you and more than anything, he wanted to see your smile again.

A god he may be but your smile was absolutely magical.

He sang the whole rest of the way home, already looking forward to tomorrow.

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darlingpetao3 · 4 years

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Seducing the Gem (Nash Wells x Reader, Chapter 8/9)

Rating: M (Smut in Chapter 6 only)

Summary: When a mysterious package shows up at your front door, you (a famous Romance novelist) are hurtled from your virtually uneventful life and into one of danger and adventure. In a quest to save your captured friend Caitlin from impending harm, you run into a suave adventurer named Nash who helps you along the way. Or is the charming Nash simply after something in your possession…?

Tag List: @tardis-23 @thecaptainsgingersnap @the-marvelatic @itsprongs

Walking (well, maybe more so stumbling) into the hotel feels surreal. You were meant to be here days ago. Poor Caitlin… You just hope she remains unharmed.

The woman at the front desk hands you the key to your room, which you are now thanking your lucky stars you reserved for multiple days just in case. The room itself is the most basic one the hotel has to offer and you have no qualms whatsoever. It’s a thousand times better than a broken down van.

Immediately, you locate the room’s phone and dig out the number Caitlin gave you to call. This is it. You’re getting your friend back.

“Good afternoon,” greets a smug male voice on the other end.

“Is she alright?” you ask desperately. “Have you hurt her?”

“So, you finally made it.” The voice deflects your question. “Took you long enough. Did you bring the GPS?”

“Yes, I brought it, but I want to speak with Caitlin.”

“I’m afraid I can’t arrange that until I get the goods,” the stranger counters. He sounds like a man with a constant smirk. The kind you would love to smack off his face for what he’s done. “Now, look out the window. You’ll see a barge. Meet me there in two hours. And make sure you’re alone, got it?”

You hang up without so much as an “okay.” You are a ball of stress, worry, and anger. Picking up the hotel phone again, you call the front desk downstairs.

“Hi, I’m just wondering if a man named Nash Wells has checked in at all today?” you ask tentatively.

“No, I’m sorry. No one with this name has checked in.”

Damn.

“Alright, thank you.”

You hang up and speedily clack your fingers on the desk as if that will help rid you of your anxiety. Great, only two hours to let myself go completely insane. Just what I needed.

Night has already begun to fall.

You clutch your bag that holds the holographic map in it a little tighter and wander closer towards the docks. You’re so on edge that any small movement or sound throws you off. The kidnapper didn’t give you any direct address, so it was down to your basic sense of direction at this point.

“Over here,” eventually comes a voice from the shadows - the one from the phone call.

You take a few careful steps forward. “Where are you?”

“Don’t move any closer,” they order you. “Show me the GPS.”

“Let me see Caitlin,” you counter.

At long last, you lay eyes on your friend - Caitlin moves out from around the corner looking unkempt, but unharmed. What a relief!

“(Y/N)!”

“Caitlin, it’s going to be okay!” you assure her. Cautiously, you begin to pull out the piece of tech and hold it out in front of you, despite still being unable to see where the man’s voice is coming from.

“Set it down and back away.”

You do as the stranger says. After a beat, he finally reveals himself - a tall man with a buzzcut wearing a trenchcoat. An odd choice of attire for freaking Africa. The man moves towards the device, picking it up to inspect it. He presses the power button, which brings up the illuminated hologram map. He studies it.

The man gives you a sideways smile, then shoves Caitlin into you.

“Better late than never, I guess.”

You hold onto Caitlin for dear life in a long-overdue hug.

“Cait,” you cradle the back of her head, then pull away to search her eyes. “They didn’t hurt you, did they? Because I swear-”

“No, I’m okay,” she assures you, “I promise.”

“Good, then let’s get out of here.” The pair of you probably only make it ten steps away from the drop when you stop in your tracks at the sight in front of you.

Nash appears under the warm light of the streetlamp on the corner.

Your breath is positively stolen from you.

“I missed you at the hotel,” Nash says. “I missed you in general.”

He did come for you.

It’s at this moment that armed men emerge from the shadows to force Nash forward with the tip of their guns. He’d been caught… Then, as if the icing on a grotesque cake, Wade steps into view.

“I should have known you’d be at the end of this wild goose chase, Snart,” Wade says, effectively ignoring you for the time being.

“Eiling? Dammit, you let the government follow you here!” Snart pins on you. Excuse me?

“Cool it, Ice Man. They already have the gemstone,” Wade informs the criminal. Shit. You were hoping to get away without this Snart fellow finding out. A series of growls grow louder as Mick Rory struggles while bound among a pair of additional army men.

“I had it in my hands, Len,” Mick tells his partner. “So beautiful. The colour of fire… And now I feel like a cookout-!”

The pyromaniac fires up his flame-gun but is instantly disarmed. Mick roars in frustration.

Amidst the chaos, Wade turns his narrowed eyes to you. It still feels as if this is all some insane dream or scene you’ve written while drunk on your hot chocolate.

“What is it, Missy?” he asks you. “Got something to share with the class? Where is it?”

Nash squints at you - a signal.

“What, the stone?” you play dumb. “We never found anything. The spot was empty.”

“Nice try. Why don’t we see if our little friend can shake the truth out of you?” Wade and his weapon-toting entourage lead you, Caitlin, Nash, and the Fire and Ice gang into one of the warehouses running parallel with the water. There’s a loud rustling in the darkness, followed by heavy breathing. It isn’t until someone switches on the shoddy lights in the room that you spot it - a cage holding an enormous gorilla and her baby.

The mother ape shakes the metal bars and screams, only to have Wade laugh at her failure. He taunts the poor creatures, and when you show the slightest bit of discomfort, the general pushes you closer and closer to the cage.

The ape roars in your face, or maybe it’s directed at Wade’s, so vehemently that her saliva ends up on your face.

Remain. Calm.

“Let her go, okay? Enough!” Nash raises his voice. “I have it. I have the stone.”

“Tell me where!” Wade demands, still clutching you forcefully.

“It’s in a safe place.”

“Out with it, Wells!”

The gorilla bellows in her cage once again at the commotion between the humans. Wade cues a gesture to one of his men, who proceeds to hit Nash in the nether region with the butt of his rifle. There’s a clunk sound.

You don’t remember him having a literal… ahem of steel.

Nash tries to recover, but something is off. He shakes his leg and wiggles around a bit as if he’s performing some bizarre dance. But soon enough, you all witness it - the gem falls out the leg of his pants and onto the ground.

The room goes silent.

“I promise I was still extremely happy to see you, Princess,” the adventurer jokes.

You snort loudly, despite the time and place.

And then, all hell breaks loose.

Nash kicks the stone over to an open space for you to launch after it, but Wade beats you to it. With the gleaming red beauty in his hand, all other sides in this battle seem to have lost. But suddenly, the mother gorilla violently grasps the general’s arm and yanks it around, causing him to drop his precious treasure.

Gunshots are everywhere, mostly used as a scare tactic, you decipher. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the baby gorilla manages to squeeze out through the cage’s bars and picks up the stone in his hands. It doesn’t take long for him to take off outside, and you know you can’t just let him get away.

“Nash, hold them off!” you tell your partner, who at once removes a gun tucked away behind him.

“As you wish, Princess!”

You make a break for it, following the ape with Caitlin in tow (she is not leaving your side ever again). He’s a quick little fella, even as he scuttles up the back stairs of the building leading to the roof. By the time you reach the top, you’re a smidge out of breath, but find the animal on the ledge opposite you.

Step by step, you slowly make your way towards him. His tiny black eyes watch you the whole time, that is, until you make it a foot away from him. In which case, they dart behind you. You turn warily, finding that damned bastard Wade, forcing Caitlin and now yourself even closer to the ledge than you’d intended.

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” he says pointing his gun at you.

“Or we can do it my way,” you counter as a bluff. Think fast.

Wade fires a shot into the air. A startled Caitlin slips on the edge in confusion.

“NO!” You let out as a horrified yell, watching her fall over the side. However, a speedy swoosh of flames flies downwards at an incredible speed. Caitlin’s screams stop, and you don’t want to look.

What was that?!

You aren’t able to question it too long, though, because Wade has you in his terrifying grasp once more.

“Let go of me,” you growl, trying to wrench your arm free. There’s a screech, and the next thing you know, the young gorilla scrambles up your captor’s leg and chomps on his hand.

“Aaarrrghh!” Wade recoils and backs off a safe distance, clutching his wound. “You little shit.” The creature laughs and climbs to sit on your shoulder in a protective action.

A bright glow illuminates from behind - and you scrunch up your eyes to get a better look at what seems to be hovering with Caitlin in its arms. It looks like… a man? A burning man?

This phenomenal being releases your friend with a familiar gentleness. Oh my God, it can’t be...

“I thought I killed you!” Wade shouts at the burning man.

“You thought wrong,” he replies.

“I won’t make the same mistake.” He raises his gun, and you can see his finger begin to press the trigger, but a bulldozer of black fur barrels in his direction from the rooftop entrance. Mama Gorilla, in all her loud ferocity, jumps on and disarms Wade. The wild animal shakes him around like a G.I. Joe action figure, and ultimately jumps across to the next building’s roof. And the next. And the next, until eventually they’re both out of sight.

Everyone remains speechless.

The one to break the silence is Nash, who now sprints up the stairs onto the roof, bolting towards you. His hands find your arm and waist.

“Are you okay?” he checks.

“I’m okay. You?”

Nash exhales. “Still here.”

You maybe only have a brief moment to collect your thoughts and relax before Caitlin shrieks, setting you to red alert again. You whip your head in her direction to find the man who was previously in flames splitting into two people.

“Ronnie!” Caitlin exclaims, throwing her arms around her fiancé’s neck. It really is him…?

“Ronnie? How are you alive?” you ask, dumbfounded.

“Martin?” Nash says warily to the other bespectacled, white-haired man who has seemingly appeared out of thin air. The two hug it out happily.

“It’s all thanks to Professor Stein,” Ronnie explains. “Remember that highly classified internship I took, Cait?” Your friend nods slowly in response, also obviously stunned by this nearly impossible scene. “It was an experiment-

“-Fusion, Ignition, Research Experiment and Science of Transmutation Originating RNA and Molecular Structures,” Martin Stein clarifies for you all.

“And I was a match.”

“But why did you send me the GPS?” you ask him the question that had been eating away at you since the beginning of this whole crazed debacle.

“Because Professor Stein needed to hide it, and the government was already hot on our trail with the F.I.R.E.S.T.O.R.M. experiment, which wasn’t exactly given the go-ahead. But I mean, can you imagine the US military getting their hands on the means to locate highly dangerous gemstones with mystical powers?”

You file that premise away in your mind for potential novel material.

“It hasn’t been the first time the government has stolen my work from me,” Martin adds bitterly.

“But I knew it would be safe with you, (Y/N),” Ronnie continues. “We couldn’t have it falling into the wrong hands.” It’s wild to believe that one piece of mail could change your life forever.

“But Ronnie,” Caitlin speaks up, still verging on joyful tears, “I thought you were dead. They told me you were dead.”

“We had to make it seem that way, Caity. I’m so, so sorry.” The couple shares another tender embrace.

“In the meantime, however,” Martin says, turning to Nash, “as we assumed our false demise, Ronald and I nearly finished the Trans-Dimensional Navigation System.”

“You’re… you’re serious?” Nash laughs like he can’t believe his ears. Truly ecstatic. You wonder what this means.

“Yes. We just need the final elemental piece of dark matter found within the gem’s ore for the project to be fully operational. Did you find what you were looking for out here?”

“I found more,” Nash says, turning to you. You blush fiercely. The roof falls quiet.

“Alright… well, we’re all here, we’re all okay,” you confirm. “So- wait. Where’s the little guy? He had the gem last. Where’d he go?”

As if he heard you, the baby gorilla calls out from down below. Each one of you rushes to the building’s edge to peer down - the ape bounces up and down on a boat motoring away. A flash red reflects off the moonlit water. Two sets of men’s laughter fade into the night.

“Quick, go inside him and fly over there!” you tell the fiery duo.

“Oh, Princess, you had to have heard that one,” Nash bumps playfully into your side. The two men attempt their merge, but nothing happens. Ronnie and Martin glance at each other, then try again.

Nothing.

“Why isn’t this working?” Ronnie wonders aloud.

“I’m embarrassed to say I can’t think of a probable theory as to why…” Martin replies. He doesn’t strike you as a man who is often confused. The more time they take to keep attempting to merge, the further the gorilla sails away on the getaway boat.

“I can’t see the boat anymore,” you note at the solid blackness of the water.

“I’ll find him,” Nash announces. He takes you by the waist so suddenly, your hand presses to his chest to steady yourself. “I’ll find him and the stone, and I’ll come back for you.” Your breath is momentarily caught in your throat.

“How can I be sure you will?” You bite your lip, trying not to tie all your hopes to this wild man.

“Because our adventures together are far from over.”

Despite his words, Nash kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever see you again. Deep, firm, and lingering. You wish it would linger forever on your lips.

As he unholsters his grappling hook gun, he gives you one last brush of his fingers against your cheek. You want to tell him something bubbling up inside you, but before you can decide whether or not you should, Nash shoots you a wink and zip lines down to the ground to commandeer a stray boat.

You stay on that roof until after your adventurer is no longer in sight.

You stay on that roof until after the sound of the motor is gone.

You stay on that roof until you admit to yourself that you’ve fallen head over heels in love with an extraordinary, fearless, flying-by-the-seat-of-his-pants man.

This kind of love doesn’t just happen in the pages of your novels anymore.

You’re living it.

#reader insert #harrison wells x reader #harrison wells imagine #harrison wells fanfiction #nash wells x reader #nash wells imagine #harrison nash wells x reader #the flash imagine #the flash fanfiction

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Once A Year 2- Cornered Animal [Billy Russo x Reader]

A/N: Hello my darlings! <3 I hope you’ll enjoy it, and please tell me what you think, kisses and hugs! <3

Summary: Sometimes, fear isn’t enough to make people walk away.

Warning: Explicit language, mentions of guns and violence. As usual, I don’t condone any of the messed up stuff happening on the show or in this story.

Word Count: 2506

Due to the linking issue, the first chapter is in my masterlist

By the time you got to your apartment that night, you were almost positive that you had imagined that whole thing.

That was it. That had to be it. There was no way Billy would-

No way.

You had almost convinced yourself until you heard a knock on the door, making you look up from the news flashing on the screen of your phone and you pressed the phone on your lips, shutting your eyes.

“I know you’re in there,” Billy’s voice reached inside “We need to talk, Y/N.”

“If you could be anywhere you wanted,” You trailed off, chewing on the stale chip on his bed. Even though you had no idea how he got the money to buy snacks, you were still grateful he shared them with you, “Anywhere. Where would you be?”

Billy reached inside the package to pull out a piece of chip, “Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Depends,” he muttered, “Does it have to be around here?”

“No, anywhere.”

Billy clicked his tongue, “Will I be by myself, or another foster home?”

“By yourself.”

“Tahiti.”

You pulled your brows together, “Tahiti?”

“It’s an island, I saw it on a magazine.” Billy said, “It has… it has this bright sea, so bright that you can see the bottom. And there are these trees, and houses- they called them bungalows, they’re in the water.”

You pulled your brows together, “Why doesn’t everyone go there?”

“It’s a place that rich people go.”

You pursed your lips together, “Oh.”

Billy eyed you up and down and pushed your shoulder with his.

“Why the face, Skittles? Maybe your new parents will take you there.”

“You don’t know that.”

“They look rich.”

You shrugged slightly “You saw them for two minutes,”

“I saw their car.”

You made a face at him, and pushed his hand so that you could get more chips,

“Who knows?” You asked, “Maybe one day, I will take you there…Tahiti.”

If you had to be honest to yourself for once in your life, you actually wanted to visit him in the hospital, for old time’s sake. Even if all the news kept telling you how he was dangerous, even if you had probably read every newspaper piece for ten times about the things he had done, a small part of you hoped that there would be an explanation.

Of course there wasn’t.

Grow up, you had told yourself, Fuck your Prince Charming fantasy.

“Y/N?”

“You’re insane if you think I want anything to do with you.” Your voice cracked, and you heard him heave a sigh.

“If this is about tonight-“

“Tonight?” Your voice went high pitched for a moment, “It’s about everything!”

“I wouldn’t hurt you, you know that-“

“How do I know that?” You snapped, “I read everything on the news, and you- you never told me-”

“Just open the door.”

“You lied to me.”

There was a loud thud on the door, as if he was way too tired for this conversation;

“At least once a year,” he said after a couple of minutes of silence “That’s what you said. Once a year, no excuses.”

The bastard knew how sacred you held your promises.

“You don’t get to use that against me,” You gritted your teeth, taking a step towards the door, “You just don’t.”

“I never broke that promise.” Billy said, “And you were supposed to be in Italy.”

Your eyes narrowed almost instantly.

“Oh I’m sorry, did my presence put a kink in your plans of robbing my family?” You snapped at the door and he scoffed,

“Stop pretending like you give a shit about them, you told me a hundred times. You don’t care about them, just like they don’t care about you. You get money, they get to prance you around, it’s a business deal, not a family.”

You bit inside your cheek and rubbed your eyes, forgetting about your makeup for a moment.

“Doesn’t mean I want them threatened at gunpoint!”

“Bullshit.”

You let out a breath, “You have some nerve-“

“They didn’t run to you,” Billy cut you off, “When we first walked in. You didn’t even glance in their direction. That’s not how a family acts, when they’re under threat.”

“Fuck you.”

“I offered once, you said no.”

You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to shake off the memory,

“How do you know where I live?”

He scoffed a laugh, “Come on,” he said, as if that was enough of an answer and you gritted your teeth, then shook your head at yourself and walked to the door to unlock it. You half opened the door, leaning on the door frame and your frown deepened when you saw that familiar mask on his face.

“Take your arts and crafts project off your face before I rip that off you.”

He shook his head, “It’s better if I kept it on.”

“I think we both know it’s a little late for me to go to the police and give them a sketch for tonight’s robbery.”

“That’s not the reason.”

“And what is the reason?”

“I look a little different than you remember.”

You rolled your eyes and opened the door wider so that he could step inside. He walked in, looking around and you closed the door, then locked it for some reason.

“What does that mean?” You asked him as he turned around to look at you, and even behind the mask, you could tell he was eyeing you up and down. You were barely aware of the fact that you were still wearing that long, green gown your mother had picked for you, and for a second you felt silly.

Billy had made so much fun of you when he first saw you in a uniform when you were sixteen, let alone a gown;

“Oh wow, that’s what they make you wear?” he asked as you sat across him, and you pointed at him,

“Not one word, Russo.”

“I have a lot of words,” he grinned, leaning back slightly so that he could eye you up and down. Even you could tell you two looked completely different now, he was wearing ripped jeans and a black shirt with leather jacket thrown over it, and you were wearing your usual school uniform, with pleated skirt, white shirt and your tie.

“Is that a ribbon?”

You rolled your eyes and motioned at the waiter, “Stop.”

“No seriously, you have a ribbon in your hair.”

“I’ll get a cappuccino please, and-“

“Black coffee- do you have one of those jackets too? With crests on them?”

You nodded grimly, “It’s the uniform, asshole. I have to wear it.”

“You look like you just walked out of a porn shot.”

“You would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” You slapped his arm “And here I was, thinking about hooking you up with one of my friends, but if you don’t like the uniform-“

“No no, I like the uniform,” Billy cut you off, and grinned, “Tell her she can keep it.”

“What does that mean?” You insisted, and he ran a hand over his buzzcut hair,

“You’ve read the news. I’m sure you read some stuff about what happened as well.”

“Your ex boss, Rawlins did it to you and now he’s in the wind,” You tried to remember what you had read, “Is he? Or is he dead?”

“Not yet.”

“But you’re planning to kill him,” You could feel the goosebumps rising on your arms. You still had no idea why you weren’t running for the hills, after tonight, after everything.

Maybe you were as messed up as everyone had said.

“Take the mask off.”

“What will you take off in return?”

You rolled your eyes, “Bill. Come on.”

“I’d scare you.”

You shook your head slightly, “Look me in the eye and give me one instance I’ve ever been scared of you,” you told him, “Tonight included. Hell, I’ll even include that time when you got into that terrible fight in front of me when we were seventeen.”

“Yeah because that guy felt you up.”

“And you broke his nose.”

“This is different.”

“How?” You said as you took a step towards him, and he heaved a deep sigh,

“I look different, Skittles.”

“You saw my face when I had chicken pox,” You reminded him, “Remember that?”

He let out a small laugh and nodded as you took another step and reached out to touch the mask, but he gripped your wrist. His eyes darted between yours, as if he was scared of your reaction and you heaved a sigh,

“Billy,” you said silently, “It’s just me. When have I ever been scared enough to walk away?”

That seemed to be enough, because he lowered his hand and let you touch that mask before you stood on your tiptoes and pulled it off his face.

Oh.

His face was adorned with scars, even though healed, they still made you wince when you thought about how he had gotten them. They looked painful, and you reached out to touch the one on his cheekbone, but then pulled your hand back and looked up to see him completely focused on you, as if trying to see your reaction.

As if he expected to see something he dreaded on your expression.

“Does it hurt?” You asked slowly and he shook his head,

“Not anymore.”

You pursed your lips, then forced yourself to shrug and smacked the mask on his chest, pushing him slightly, “Sorry to disappoint. Not scary enough for me.”

“Yeah, speaking of-“ Billy said as you walked away from him to the kitchen, with him following you suit, “What’s up with you and smart mouthing guys with guns?”

“You were the guy with the gun-“

“You didn’t know that!” he insisted, “What if it wasn’t me? What if it was some psycho-“

“Billy, you and your budget friendly Purge gang just waltzed into a party at my parents’ house, threatened and robbed people, I’m pretty sure you also fall under the category of a psycho right now!” You looked up as the thought hit you, “You- you also killed someone-”

“You know what he implied.”

“Jesus Christ,” You pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes before you lowered them, “Are you listening to me, Edward Cullen? Hm? Can you hear the words I’m speaking or-?”

“How many times did we talk about this?”

“You, killing someone?”

“You, not knowing when to stop.”

“Not knowing when to-“ You paused for a moment, shutting your eyes, “Please tell me you actually see the irony of you telling me that.”

Billy opened his mouth, then closed it, shaking his head,

“It wasn’t-“ he licked his lips, “You can’t get hurt.”

“I was doing just fine before you and your gun holding buddies came into my house, Russo.”

He looked elsewhere and you leaned on the kitchen island before walking to the sink to fill yourself a glass of water, just so that you would have something to do other than staring at him. You could feel his glances burning a hole on your back, but you sipped the water, then lowered the glass when you turned around.

“What happened this year?” he asked you and you frowned,

“What?”

“I know you,” he stated, “Much better than you think I do. You have always been calm, yes, but this? Tonight? Why weren’t you scared, when you didn’t even know it was me?”

“I’m good at pretending.”

“Not that much,” he shook his head, taking a step towards you, “I know how you look when you’re scared, Y/N. Why?”

You only arched a brow, keeping your gaze on him as he approached you slowly, towering over you and you tilted your head slightly.

Once, Billy had told you that talking to you sometimes felt like talking to the world’s best poker player. He always knew when you were hiding something, but he could never tell whether it was good or bad, whether it had hurt you or not.

Your lips pulled into a smile as you batted your eyelashes innocently, as if you had no idea what he was talking about. That made him clench his jaw and you gave him a couple of seconds before you walked past him.

“My turn. When did you plan on telling me?”

“Never.”

“Bullshit, you wanted me to know,” You put the glass on the kitchen island, “I wouldn’t have known it was you if it weren’t for that stupid nickname, you- you wanted me to recognize you. Why?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Why?” You asked again, and walked around the island to approach him, “You led them into my house, but you…didn’t let them harm anyone, any of the guests. I would’ve thought it was about the money, but it wasn’t, was it?”

“That was a coincidence, I thought you were in Italy.”

“You got into my parents’ house, and expected me to be away?” You scoffed, “What did we talk about you underestimating me, Billy?”

He gritted his teeth, his eyes following your each and every move. He reminded you of a cornered animal now, unable to move, but still intimidating as you took another step towards him,

“I asked you a question.”

“Did your fiancé spoil you so much that you expect everyone to give you answers whenever you demand?”

You opened your mouth to retort, but as soon as it dawned on you, you held your breath. He looked like he already regretted what he had said but it was too late, both of you knew that. You blinked dumbly and reached to touch your ring, then licked your lips.

“You’re not serious,” you managed to say, and he had the audacity to cross his arms, a defiant look flashing over his eyes.

“Did he?”

“You did that because I got engaged?”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“You burst into my parents’ house and probably broke like one hundred laws because I got engaged?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“You planned a fucking heist because I got engaged!?”

“Where was he?” he asked, “Because he wasn’t there, right? If he was and he didn’t step up-“

“Billy,” you said silently, “Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t plan that just so that you could see whether my fiancé would try to protect me or not.”

He gritted his teeth, “Did you visit me at the hospital, Y/N? Or were you too busy, with him?”

“Tell me you didn’t.” You croaked out and he eyed you up and down, then scoffed.

“No,” he shot you an arrogant smirk, “I had no idea you’d be there. Just a coincidence.”

He was lying, you knew he was lying, and yet you did nothing as he walked past you so that he could approach the door.

“Nice ring though,” he called out, “Big rock. What did you say about compensating earlier?”

With that, he walked out of your apartment and closed the door behind him.

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odysseywritings · 5 years

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Welcome to the Machine (Barney Calhoun Fanfic)

Hell if I wanted to do this job. But I was the only one fit enough to do these sorts of missions, and the only one trusted enough to pull it off. There weren’t any benefits that looked better than a minimum wage security job had back in the day but I get that Eli and Kleiner wanted to play it safe. The Civil Protection attracted a lot of people who just hated the world, so maybe that’s why it seemed so popular.

I didn’t start out as a trained rat. After the Combine finally put the boot to everyone’s hopes, I was a regular underground fighter. I’ll be the first to admit I was maybe too lively when I finally got to shoot the bastards. Not even shoot, just a chance to fight back. Anyway, a few years passed and we had lost too many scouts and not enough to replace them. Even the vorts could only do so much if there wasn’t already another one that took the bullet and offered itself as a POW. Besides, the older you get, two things happen. You get tired of killing, or you see it as normal as farming. And I didn’t want to take that risk.

I took Eli’s suggestion that someone with my security experience could be a good undercover CP officer. Less death and more information. Sounded like a win/win. Then I remembered “Shit, they probably remember my face killing their goons.” I played it safe and started off cutting my hair to a buzzcut and putting on a deranged kind of expression. Like those movies where the character’s head is down but looks at the camera. I wanted to play up how much I lost it after I “defected” from the Resistance. The Combine took the bait with ease.

My first days were regular training procedures. Building relationships with the community (through fear), deescalation (with a baton), the same old drill. Now you don't have to be wise to see what the usual officer does. On a good day, he’ll just block you off from buildings. A normal day, he’ll shove you around or some other physical harassment to show your place. Or to get his kicks on a slow day. And this was in the town square.

I got around to doing a patrol mission around the more decayed areas near the west. Graffiti was a lot more common, citizens were more angry, windows were broken. Naturally we avoided them when actual disorder was happening. One time a bunch of angry citizens, no older than 20, attacked a vort with objects just laying out. I told the officer next to me about it, in my most forced emotionless voice to avoid seeming sentimental. He simply said “It doesn’t affect us.”

When I relayed this info to the Resistance, about how those areas might be decent havens against the Combine, Eli shook his head.

“That district won’t help us,” he mourned. “We tried organizing with them in the past, they were too hard-hit by the Combine to trust us. They’re walled off and only think about getting past the next day.”

The outskirts were messier because resistance outposts were more common, so I was brought to them after I gained enough trust as a complacent observer. They drove out to the highway and spotted a shack. To this day, I don’t know what made them think to check this useless looking thing. I guess it was too obvious looking? We got out and investigated it. I was behind both as they were kneeling down, looking for secret spaces. It would’ve been a perfect chance to knock them out. But I had to keep my cool as eager as I was.

One heard a commotion from below and ended up finding a trapdoor under a rug. The other went in and both of them ran down to beat the citizens senseless. It was frantic. The people were screaming in such a high pitch and clutching onto others who already had their skulls cracked open. One woman tried to fight them off and her nose was smashed in instantly. I was too chilled to move or even talk. The officers checked around and then turned to me. They called me a bunch of fun names mocking my cowardice, but didn’t really hold it against me. They got their bragging rights for killing 4 people in a day. I was ordered to check the bodies so I know it was 4. There wasn’t a single lambda on any of them.

I had severe nightmares after that. I would replay them every few days. Some rebels said I woke them up from the screaming. My lack of good sleep gave me an excuse to give a small vacation from the CP, who were too apathetic to care.

The information I told the Resistance, from police routes, to safe zones, to lines of communication… those were all valuable. It was my only relief from this fucking job. I needed something to calm me, especially since I was an anchor for a lot of old and young rebels.

So I took a smaller job training, and it hurts to say it, the last generation. Weapons, hacking, repairing, all that. Alyx being one of them, and a damn resilient one at that. But even that got to me. The kids were never really taught anything that wasn’t toward survival. Their idea of fun was pretending to be fought and shot dead, very from jokes, or hitting headcrabs with sticks. The kids are alright, eh?

After some time, I came back to the CP as the resistance was picking up speed. I was so long gone that the officers took me in without the buzz cut. How sweet of them.

I wanted to be more domestic to avoid more mental abuse, and I decided on a more local approach. The rebels knew enough about outer networks anyway, so now I could be more specialized. It wasn't too bad, though it might be the fatigue kicking in.

It was more of a godsend to come back to a home base and drink up and joke around, or fool around with reproduction not being a concern. The contrast was so different from the Combine. Those officers were so… affable. How they talked about family and get-togethers with such casualness. If I felt too chummy, I remember what they do "others" and I kept at a distance.

A call was given to us about another riot and we were sent out. Run of the mill stuff. This time we were swamped by the number of ambushers behind us. I can't say I blame them, but the rebels attacked us with such heat that my head rattled around from the punches.

There was no way to say it was me without screwing my position, so I had to hope my screams would sound close to my voice to stop them. I ended up getting a concussion, but at least I got out alive by cooler heads who dragged me out of the fray. I was healed up quickly, and thankfully my Hollywood-worthy good looks were intact. I didn't bother to ask about the other officers.

I tried to stay back from then on to avoid another close call against my friends. Gestures and other body movements like shrinking my shoulders were among the stuff I talked about with the others. But it all seemed detached, like part of me didn’t care if I got killed in a frenzy. Not as long as I helped people eat away at the Combine’s power. I’d say this thought was about a weekly occurrence.

But things began to look up. Not only did I get access to an assload of data, but Gordon arrived on that same day! Boy it was something to see his friendly face again. And whatever he used to keep his face looking like it did 20 years, I want to triple that amount for myself. That Red Letter Day really gave me a ray of light in that shitty mole job. All those beatings and sights finally had some payback, and I can’t wait to give those rejects a taste of their own medicine.

#fanfic #half-life #hl #barney calhoun #welcome to the machine #tw violence #graphic depictions of violence #my writing #writeblr #njm

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Between Realms, chapter 3

Maxim threw his long white hair into a bun, put on his boots and gloves, and made sure all his things were in his coat pockets the next morning. Vampire killing tended to get messy, but this one probably wouldn't struggle too much, since she called him herself.

"Go get 'em," Darien said through a mouthful of scrambled eggs, sitting on the floor in front of the refrigerator.

"I'll get 'em," Maxim replied with a smile, his hand on the doorknob. "And they're something other than demons this time."

"It's gonna be demons later, though, huh?"

"And the devil pays better than most of my mortal customers are willing to, so at least there's that."

"We're gonna get a house soon," Darien half-sang.

"We're gonna have a vegetable garden and those dumb plastic flamingos, it'll be great."

"And we won't have to listen to our neighbors fuck anymore."

Maxim snorted. "We're in a capitalist dystopia, but it could be worse!"

Darien laughed. "Yeah, it could always be worse."

"Bye honey, I love you."

"I love you too, byeee!"

Maxim stepped out the door, closing it behind him.

"Vampires, huh?" Said the demon from last night, appearing on top of the fridge.

Darien sighed. "Can you please knock?"

"I have no interest in pointless courtesy," The demon said, leaning down to inspect the appliance's contents, hanging at an angle that wouldn't seem quite right had she been bound by the laws of physics. "And, of course, the Lower Division has much more lax regulations."

"Of course you do."

"I don't know how angels put up with all those stupid rules they have to follow. Well, I guess not all of them do, huh? Ooh, what do we have here..." She grabbed a bottle of cheap red wine and started chugging it.

Darien stood. "I, um..." Eye contact with a six-foot-something woman with slit pupils, a wingspan longer than he was tall, and goat horns poking out of her bright red buzzcut was, somehow, worse on Darien's nerves than eye contact with human strangers. "I'd rather you not do that."

"Understandable. Alcohol has no effect on me, by the way; you can't metabolize anything without a vessel, I just like the taste."

"Neat. So does it just...?"

"Things I swallow cease to exist."

"Okay then." Darien shifted his gaze around for a moment. "So, do you want to, like... play checkers or something?"

Maxim knocked on the door of Maria Jackson's apartment, introduced himself when she answered, and stepped inside. Her skin was a dark brown, although it had a grayish tinge to it, as one expects from the technically-dead.

"So, would you like me to dispose of the body, or just leave it?" Maxim asked, as per the usual.

"You can just leave me, I don't want people to waste their time on a missing persons case."

"Fair enough," Maxim pulled a silver dagger from its sheath on the inside of his coat. "That'll be, ah... one-fifty."

"Yup." She handed him the money, a small smile on her face. He held the knife to her throat, but hesitated. The two most effective means of killing vampires were to either severely injure the nervous system — typically by means of beheading — or letting silver fry them from the inside out through a chemical reaction the metal causes with the parasitic fungus infecting the body. Neither were particularly pretty to watch, but Maxim did what he had to do to protect humanity.

It's worth it, he reminded himself. There was a sadness in Maria's sunken eyes that made him less certain. She didn't look like a monster, and she was still young. She wasn't a hundred-year-old rich bastard feeding on the blood of the living, she was a woman who recently got out of college and wanted to make sure she didn't become like her attacker from the night before. Sacrificing her wouldn't be saving anyone.

"I can't do this, I'm sorry." Maxim pulled away, and tossed her cash back at her.

"What do you mean you can't? This is your job, dude, why am I any different from the rest of the things you kill?"

"Because you're innocent. I'm not a hitman, I'm an exorcist who also knows how to deal with vampirism and shit, okay? I kill monsters and I get restless souls out of people's houses because I can see them and I'm not a—"

"Wait wait wait, hold up, you can what?"

Maxim took a deep breath. He didn't normally explain the nature of his existence to people. "I can see them. When a demon crosses over into this realm, they're not tied to our rules; they can choose if you see them, they can shapeshift, they can teleport, whatever. So can ghosts. But I'm kinda... in-between, so invisibility doesn't work."

Maria stared at him for a second, visibly trying to decide whether or not she believed him and whether or not she should be afraid. "What do you mean by that last part?"

"Oh, I'm, ah... I'm an angel. Well, fallen. Technically not an angel anymore, because I quit my job, but um. Yeah."

"This might as well happen," She muttered, probably intended more for herself.

"It's weird, I'm stuck here on Earth, I'm stuck like this — as in, like, my appearance isn't fluid — but I can still see things people aren't supposed to sometimes."

"...Aight."

"But anyway, back to the reason I'm here. You don't have to die."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't. Vampires are only dangerous when they're hungry, so maybe if you keep the parasitic fungus taking over your nervous system fed you won't eat anyone."

"I'm sorry, feed the what?"

"Oh. Yeah, that's how vampires work, I forget it isn't common knowledge sometimes. It's like... have you heard of Ophiocordyceps unilateralis? That fungus that turns ants into zombies?"

"...No?"

"Ah, well, it's very interesting, you should read up on it some time. Anyway, the reason why vampires drink blood is because, rather than being airborne, the spores of the fungus inside you are spread through bodily fluids, primarily saliva, and having it come into contact with an open wound is one of the most efficient courses for it to take. However, aside from reproduction, it also requires higher amounts of protein and iron to survive than people usually have in their diets."

"This is disgusting."

"These things tend to be like that, yeah."

"Wouldn't it be easier if you just blew my brains out and called it a day?"

"Of course, but just because it's the easy way out doesn't mean it's right."

"I'll just do it myself if you don't."

"Listen, I'm not going to let anyone die if it isn't completely necessary. I have been alive for five hundred years, I've watched countless lives end because I wasn't allowed to intervene, my husband got close to being among them—"

"You're gay?"

"Irrelevant. I don't quietly sit by anymore, okay? That's just not what I do. I don't need more blood on my hands."

"I can respect that."

Maxim sighed. "I'm gonna have to go on a business trip of sorts later. Someone left the gates of Hell open again, and I've been asked to help clean up their mess. You can come with me, if you'd like to kill some demons."

"You know what? It's not like I have anything to lose. I'm in."

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getinthefunvee · 5 years

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@buckinwildstory from [here]:

Bucky’s breathing while pressing the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth, when some, for the second, faceless guy starts coming closer. Trying to engage him. He’s left him a large exit path, and his body’s angled, used to dealing with panic attacks, probably a spouse of one of the many blown to shit mentally and/or physically vets they stack in these parties like war wound Pokemon. He doesn’t have that counselor presence Sam has.

Bucky’s got a semi decent handle on his anxiety and panic. Comparatively to some of the guys. He focuses on his hair in its ponytail, the pull and tug, the weight, nothing like his buzzcut. The smell of growing green and- that voice is familiar. It’s familiar and he doesn’t know why he’s here but here he is. His eyes are locked on the face that haunts his flashbacks.

Tony Stark. The jokes about him had been endless. Wild child. Hippy dippy. The mixed opinions on the man that was restructuring their number one weapons supply had been wild, and for a second he was back with Steve, shooting the shit as they kept their eyes out and on the horizon. Oh. How it was on the prize in the end.

Bucky swore, for a second, he was flying. He felt the fire, the world tilting as he stared into that face. He was in the convoy, he was in the air, he was pinned, watching as his family, his men, were shot down and there was the prize, that rich drunk man who couldn’t be bothered with being sober in a war zone, who brought music to blast and drinks to mix… had been blown up and dragged off. He had identified the men to Sam before he passed out.

Bucky breathes through it, eyes watering a little and chest tight as his heart thunders. He remembers a tired man, a chairforce colonel was in his room, thanking him. Because this man was alive because of him.

Bucky’s got the weirdest damn luck. He is shaking but he manages a forced laugh. “You didn’t hear? Those are scheduled for later tonight. Half of us are drinking to be numb and half aren’t drinking at all so we are better prepared. Some air is good, but an excuse to get out of here is better.” He’s probably grimacing more than smiling, if he’s honest.

“You look better sober. And for all the shit the public gives you about your crusade since we last met, I am so glad you made it back from those fucking Ten Rings bastards.” Bucky figures he’s in for a penny he might as well go for the pound.

“Captain James "Bucky” Barnes, and it’s still nice to meet you.“ The skin of his eyes crinkle at the edges, and in a way it feels like closing a circle. Bucky hopes that the man is slightly less of an ass sober. ”Was Fucky taken?” had been an issue at best. Steve had been hell bent on punching the man, but had held back, mostly so Bucky wouldn’t have to reprimand him. Again.

Bucky feels a nostalgia, an empty spot on his left that has nothing to do with his arm. "You might not remember as you were really drunk,” Bucky says wryly.

There’s that disjoint again, Tony thinks, there’s what you get when you black out. He searches the soldier’s face for any hint of recognizable features and comes up blank. What he remembers from the convoy is whisky, a few of the team shooting the shit with him, the rest wearing dust masks to keep the sand off their faces and out of their mouths. Then he remembers the explosion, and the screaming, and the gunfire. He remembers the pain.

And that was nothing compared to what came after.

Tony’s smile falters, but when it’s back it’s a bit more fixed.

“Yeah, well, there’s a chunk of years I spent not remembering very much at all, but unfortunately my memory’s crystal clear on the things I wish I could forget. Brains are a bitch that way.”

So much for swooping in to do the right thing. He’d told Rhodey he didn’t think he was ready to face up to people throwing his past in his face; it was, after all, barely in the past, and he was still very much tenuous in his ability to handle it.

“Anyway, scrap the balcony plan if it’s just going to put you in a worse position with the fireworks. I didn’t know. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Captain Barnes.”

He needed to get a drink to keep his hands from shaking, even if that drink was going to be nothing fancier than tonic with a twist of lime. What he didn’t need was someone seeing right through him to the parts he was trying to move past. He should have had Rhodey check the list of attendees, but instead he’d walked himself right into this.

Fucking figures.

With a sloppy approximation of a salute, Tony turned on his heel and headed directly towards the bar, not passing go, not collecting $200.

#buckinwildstory #❮ ▽ ❯ v: in my recovery #❮ ▽ ❯ t: you can take the soldier out of the desert

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natedogx15 · 2 years

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Kamen Rider Deku Chapter 2: School Life and Finished Project

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Izuku and Nathanial's classroom was full of students by the time they arrived. With students of various shapes and sizes and even species thanks to their quirks.

Izuku sat at his desk in the back corner of the classroom, closest to one of the two doors. He's working on his hero analysis notebook by looking at old entries and seeing what can be added to them. Sitting to Izuku's left was Nathanial, who had his head on his desk. But, despite the poster seemed to be keeping a close eye on one specific person in their class.

The person Nathanial was watching was a boy with fair skin, spiky blond hair, and red eyes. He had a decently muscular build and wore the same uniform as Nathanial and Izuku. Besides wearing brown shoes instead of their shoes. The boy had his feet on the desk and leaned back with a bored expression.

Ever since arriving, Nathanial had been watching the boy like a hawk. The boy took a few glances towards his and Izuku's direction from time to time. Each time the boy did, Nathanial would tense up, and the wavy purplish-black substance would begin to emit from his arms. The boy saw this and glared in his direction, which Nathanial returned.

Before anything could happen, though. A man with brown hair with a buzzcut and blue eyes. He wore a plaid business shirt and black pants with brown shoes. The man held a stack of papers under his arm.

"Good morning, class." The man said cheerily.

"Morning." A few members of the class say. Including Izuku, but excluding Nathanial and the blond boy.

"Today, I have your career aptitude test results. While I know you all want to become heroes, it's always nice to have secondary career options, in case that doesn't work out or you want to retire early." The teacher states with a smile.

"Hey, teach." The blond boy Nathanial was watching says.

The teacher looks over to the boy, who arrogantly smirked.

"Don't lump me in with any of these rejects. Unlike them, I won't be stuck at the bottom." The blond boy said with a smirk.

"That was uncalled for, Bakugou!" One student shouts in outrage.

"Yeah, you think you're better than us?" Another student questions in annoyance.

"You all should shut up. Like the extras you are." Bakugou said with a smirk.

"You applied to go to U.A, right, Bakugou?" The teacher questions as he takes a paper off his desk as if looking for confirmation on what he just said.

"You've got to be kidding me?"

"The top hero school of Japan?"

"I heard it was in the top 0.2% this year."

"They have an atrociously low acceptance rate too."

"Ha, that's why you all are only extras. I aced the mock test. I'm the only one at this pathetic school with any chance of going to U.A. I'll definitely be the one to surpass All Might and become the top hero. My name will forever be inscribed on the list of top earners!" Bakugou exclaims with an arrogant smirk as he points to himself and has his eyes closed.

"Midoriya, Moore, you two are planning to try out for U.A too, right?" The teacher questions.

Upon hearing that, Nathanial immediately glares at the teacher and stands up to get in a position between Izuku and Bakugou.

While he did that, the other students looked at an embarrassed Izuku before laughing like they heard the greatest joke in the world.

"Midoriya, attending U.A. That's hilarious."

"Like they would take a quirkless loser."

"He can't even apply."

"A-actually th-they g-got rid of that r-rule." Izuku said weakly.

Bakugou, however, upon hearing that. Charged straight towards both Izuku and Nathanial. His hands were releasing mini explosions as he charged in anger. Though anyone between his path could see, his eyes were focused more towards Izuku. At least for the split second before they are shoved out of the way by Bakugou.

"You worthless bastard!" Bakugou exclaims as he charges.

Nathanial glares at the charging Bakugou. As he did, students between the two scrambled to get out of their path. He raises his arms in front of his head and sets his left foot forward. While he does this, he raises his right foot's heel off of the ground slightly.

The same wavy substance appears around his leg. He then swings his right leg right as Bakugou gets into his range. Upon landing the kick to Bakugou's side, the boy is sent crashing into another student's desk.

"Gah, you fucker!" Bakugou shouts pissed that Nathanial got in his way of attacking Izuku.

He goes to stand up but winces and putting his weight onto the desk. The area kicked was the same color as that substance produced.

"Fuck off with your bullshit already." Nathanial said, glaring down at Bakugou.

Nathanial Moore

Quirk: Venom

He can produce a poisonous substance that can have a wide variety of effects. These effects range from corrosion to pain to sleep. It even has the added effect of boosting the force in his attacks.

"Moore, take out the poison! Bakugou, to the principal's office!" The teacher orders.

Nathanial glares at the teacher and states.

"I'll take out the poison as soon as this idiot is out of the room."

"You piece of shit." Bakugou growls. If looks could kill, the glare Nathanial was receiving would send him through the school floors and six feet underground.

"That's enough, Bakugou. I want you out of this classroom right now." His teacher tells him

Bakugou glares at the teacher before slowly making his way towards the door. Holding his poisoned side, which seemed to be growing larger. As he walked, Nathanial made sure to move to remain directly between him and Izuku. The glare and quirk never being removed from his person. Nathanial then follows Bakugou out the door and closes it behind him.

Now in the hallway. Nathanial puts a hand on the area he kicked, and the poison seems to fade away. As he does this, he keeps his body tense and ready to move out of the way. That was the right call as the second the poison was gone, Bakugou slammed his palm towards Nathanial.

Nathanial immediately rolls out of the way and stands up.

"You fucking piece of shit! I'll fucking kill you for that!" Bakugou shouts through gritted teeth. Palm-size explosions were emitting from his palms as he stares at Nathanial with the look of someone ready to kill.

"If you didn't want to get embarrassed, then maybe you should have listened to my fucking warning. This isn't Aldera, you piece of shit. You can't get away with that shit anymore. You'd think you would understand that after two years." Nathanial said with a glare.

"I will fucking kill you!" Bakugou exclaims as he gets ready to charge.

Before he could, though, the teacher slams the door open and glares at Bakugou.

"Bakugou, what did I tell you? Office. Now." The teacher said with a glare as he pointed down the hallway.

Bakugou looks down and actually grinds his teeth in irritation. He closes his hands into fists and stomps past Nathanial. Once he's a good few feet away, Nathanial quietly mutters.

"Piece of shit needs to learn to grow up."

He then glares at his teacher.

"I told you this would happen if you do crap like that." He says angrily.

"I'm sorry, Moore. I just needed to check to make sure I got that right." The teacher said, raising his hands nervously.

Nathanial grumbled, clearly annoyed, before walking past him back into his seat. As he sat there, he heard the whispered conversations about him.

"Did you see the way Moore took down Bakugou? That was easy for him."

"What do you expect. The guy has a quirk just as strong as Bakugou but goes to one of those prep schools with a great hero curriculum. I'll bet he's recommended a ton of different ways to get stronger."

"I still don't get why he still hangs around Midoriya."

That one earned a hard glare for Nathanial causing the student to shut up.

"Idiots, they didn't even realize Bakugou wasn't focusing on me until it was too late." Nathanial thinks in annoyance.

"Though it's not like it would make a difference if he did focus on me. I trained my ass off while he arrogantly believes he'll be able to become number one on talent and some fitness training alone. I've worked on my hand-to-hand combat skills and strengthening my quirk." Nathanial thinks.

The rest of the day, nothing eventful seemed to happen at the school. Bakugou came back even more pissed off than before but didn't do anything other than sit in his seat with a murderous expression. Once the final bell rang, Izuku and Nathanial began to pack their bags. Bakugou stood up, but before anything could happen, their teacher speaks up.

"Bakugou, you have detention, so sit down."

Bakugou looks at him and grits his teeth. He then sits down in frustration.

Once both Izuku and Nathanial were out of the room, Nathanial smirks.

"I love this school's staff. The kids are dicks, but the staff actually cares. At least most of them. Your parents picked a real winner." Nathanial said happily.

"You say that at least once a month since we started attending." Izuku informs him with a good-natured smile.

"And I will keep saying it until we graduate. Even then, maybe for a few more weeks." Nathanial informs him.

"We should head to my dad's lab now." Izuku said as Nathanial nods.

"Alright. Who knows. You may be able to see his partners' daughters while there." Nathanial said with a calm but playful smile.

That caused Izuku to blush. He had met David Shield's daughter, along with the daughter of another partner on his dad's project. They had met when his father dragged him on to a few meetings. The other two did the same with their daughters so they could all become friends. Hisashi even had Nathanial tag along a couple of times.

"Please don't start on that." Izuku begs his friend.

"Alright." Nathanial shrugs.

"I'm just saying. All three of you are nerds when it comes to anything involving heroes. Plus, you're all crazy smart." Nathanial lists before speeding up.

"You are a nerd too." Izuku states with a flat look.

"Oh, that is completely true. But I'm not around those two enough. So I don't have a chance for a relationship with them. Plus, with my prep school, I'm too busy for one. So even if I got to know them as well as you have. I'd be too busy for the chance to date someone." Nathanial states with a shrug.

"I'm the busy nerd out of the four of us. Melissa is the one that knows the most about support gear and technology in general. Your nerd knowledge is mostly in hero work. Which I'm the same in, but you still beat me. Yaoyarozu. Let's face it. She has us all beat in any subject." Nathanial states as they exit the school and enter the parking lot.

"True." Izuku sighed out.

"Well, except for heroes with you and technology with Melissa. But, she has me beat at everything and you two at everything but those subjects." Nathanial says as he thinks about it more.

He and Izuku get back on the bike and drive off.

"So, what was this big project your dad was working on?" Nathanial asks Izuku as they moved.

"Dad said something about a way to defeat the Nomu. I think it's going to be a device that will shut off their armor. Or a device that will neutralize whatever is giving them their artificial quirks." Izuku tells him.

"Why he wants us over there then?" Nathanial questions.

"I don't know. He probably wants me to be the first one to see it." Izuku tells him.

"I guess I'm just getting lucky because I'm your friend." Nathanial said in a calm tone.

"I mean. You are the only one that stayed my friend when I was diagnosed quirkless. You know dad cares about you a lot for that." Izuku states as they hit a red light.

"I don't see why it's such a big deal. It's not like you asked to be quirkless or committed a crime. People make too big a deal out of the smallest thing." Nathanial said, rolling his eyes under his helmet as the light changes.

"Well, not everyone is as easygoing as you are, unfortunately." Izuku sighed, a sad face under his helmet.

"It's honestly sad how they want to become heroes. At least there are some people at our school that treat you like an equal. Not like at that pathetic excuse for a middle school we went to." Nathanial said, anger clear in his voice for the last sentence.

"Let's not bring Aldera up and focus on getting to Uncountable Enterprises." Izuku quickly interjects before Nathanial gets into that topic.

"Alright, alright. I know, don't bring up bad memories." Nathanial sighs, knowing what Izuku was trying to do.

"Thank you." Izuku said with a smile.

The two then drove in silence for a good couple dozen minutes. After that, they could see a large white and black tower building. On the top of it was the name Yaoyorozu in blue letters.

"Every time I come here, I feel anxious." Nathanial groans.

"Yeah, I feel that way too, sometimes." Izuku tells him in a comforting tone.

Once they were at the front entrance of the tower building, they could see just how big the area was. It had a gate in front of the parking area, and around the tower were multiple other smaller facilities. There weren't any other buildings around the facilities, and the facilities are under protection with a large fence.

The two had to be stopped at the gate. A male security guard talks to them through the speaker attached to the gate. The man was large and well built. At least from what Nathanial could see through the glass booth, the man sat in.

He has tan skin and a black mustache. His hair's cut into a buzzcut, and he wore a blue uniform with a golden badge that said security on it.

"Welcome to Uncountable Enterprises. What is the motive for your visit?" The man asks.

"Mr. Hon, it's me, Izuku Midoriya. My dad called us over here to show us his project." Izuku said, taking off the helmet and talking into the speaker.

"Oh, Midoriya. Welcome back. I'll let you in." The man said with a smile.

The guard opened the gate allowing Nathanial to drive in. However, a second gate came down at the same time the first gate went up. Mr. Hon walks out of the booth and over towards them.

"Sorry, but I still have to make sure you can't bring anything dangerous or a way to gain the company's secrets with you. They're having security be extra strict because of your dad's project." Mr. Hon informs the two.

Mr. Hon lifts his hand towards them, and a cyan blue light shines off it and scans the two.

Aito Hon

Quirk: Detection

He can shine a special light from his palms that will allow him to detect everything about a person. This includes their quirk, what is currently on their person, and if they are under the effects of anything.

After a few minutes, Hon smiled and backed away.

"Alright, you two are good to go. I'll open the gate." Hon said, turning around and entering his glass booth. He presses a button on a control panel, and the second gate opens for the two.

Nathanial drives in and parks his bike in a middle area on the left of the parking lot. The two then get off and enter the building. Upon entering, they found themselves in a white metallic lobby with dark green seating and three people working at a large brown U-shaped desk with computers and papers on the desk.

"You know, now that I think about it. It's been close to a year since I've been here with you." Nathanial said softly.

"I'm sure it will be fine." Izuku told him with a happy smile.

The two walked up to the desk, but before they were halfway there. Izuku heard his name being called by a familiar voice.

"Izuku, glad you got here so fast. It's been less than an hour, so traffic must have been good." Hisashi said with a grin.

Hisashi hadn't changed much in two years. The only real difference being that his chin had more stubble. He wore a red short-sleeve and blue jeans under his lab coat. His brown shoes have been replaced with similar black ones.

"And Nathan. It's good to see you again." Hisashi said with a grin.

"Thank you, Mr. Midoriya." Nathanial said softly.

"I keep telling you. It's Uncle Hisashi. You call my wife Aunt Inko. What's the difference with me?" Hisashi questions the boy.

"Sorry. I don't see you as often, and you work on a lot of important projects. So my head goes to talking politely." Nathanial softly explains.

"Still have that soft-spoken voice, I see." Hisashi grins, he points behind him. As if he's saying follow me.

Izuku and Nathanial walk past the desk and follow Hisashi. They walk down a white hallway until they reach an elevator. Once they all enter it, Hiashi hits the fiftieth-floor button. After a couple minutes of awkward silence, Nathanial finally speaks up.

"So why did you ask us to be here?" Nathanial asks.

"Simple. I want you two to see your futures as heroes." Hisashi said with a grin as the elevator door opens.

#kamen rider deku #kamen rider #my hero academia #kamen rider x my hero academia #my hero academia au

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